Source: Submissions
Submissions are open at ALTPOETICS for experimental/innovative and critical writings about comic books, manga, and graphic novels.
altpoetics.wordpress.com
Source: Submissions
Submissions are open at ALTPOETICS for experimental/innovative and critical writings about comic books, manga, and graphic novels.
altpoetics.wordpress.com
So excited to be a part of Horse Less Press.
We are so excited to introduce you to our newly-embiggened editorial staff! We have added MANY new people to our collaboration this summer, which means it’ll probably take us the month of September to get everything & everyone up and running together — thanks for your patience and YAY! We are looking forward to what’s to come.
Jen Tynes, Founding Editor, Books Editor
Jen Tynes lives and teaches in Grand Rapids, Michigan. She is the author of the full-length books Hunter Monies (Black Radish Books, forthcoming), Trick Rider (Trembling Pillow Press),Heron/Girlfriend (Coconut Books), and The End of Rude Handles (Red Morning Press) and the chapbooks New Pink Nudibranch (Shirt Pocket Press), Here’s the Deal (Little Red Leaves Textile Series), You’re Causing a Disturbance (Dancing Girl Press), The Fabulous Bilocation of B. Lee (Projective Industries), The Black Mariah (DoubleCross Press), Autogeography (co-authored with Michael Sikkema, Black Warrior Review), See Also…
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Altpoetics is another blog I am starting dedicated to writing about writing and writers. I’m looking for manifestos, mission statements, poetic responses, rewrites and musings about the act of translating. Essentially, I’m looking for writing aimed towards to the after-garde/post-avant-garde, experimental/innovative and slipstream poetry.
Submissions can be sent to altpoetics@gmail.com
This is one example of what I am looking for:
A Response to Charles Olson
by E.S. McCormick
I, Saladin, To Nobody in Particular
Wandering idle down Styx lanes
Periwinkle, Crimson, safflower
hues assault windshield unrestrain’
battlement’s arrows shower.
Shall I sit upon the shore fishing?
With the sea stretching out from my feet.
Or speak of undone business?
Of breath
of ears
of syllable, syllabus, syllabic
Oh Glowster Man
(that is how the ears hear it)
My spatial nature geometry is lost now
buried beneath billboard
advertising gleaming teeth
and all manner of elixir
and what watches
and what wears
I want to fit
I want to shine brighter than the fifty stars that glint atop Metropolis
I want that piece
I want that peace
I held that gun at them
for the confusers for the Brooks Brothers cloistered minions
I held that gun
watching as we lay siege at Ma’arra.
How they feasted
Across winter windshield
giants stand gleaming teeth on black ribbon roadsides
Fear Not Citizen!
get the yellow out
drink this
tune in tonight at nine)
GOOOO! SPORTSTEAM! GOOOO! COMMERCE! BUY SELL SELL BUY BUY
Go Icharus
fly where you can never reach
fly and I will follow
My ship’s mast melts with wings
to cause quarrel over the loss of golden armor.
There are riches enough to be satisfied in Troy
In Troy
where Dear Fathers, Fearless Leaders, Benevolent Uncles
Bearded Revolutionaries smile down on us all
watching
waiting
for the chance to purge
O Commerce O Commerce
I repent
My teeth dream of the day they can gleam
sublime ego sentence strands removed from shores
blown to glass
situated in teethly tower rows
erect Testaments to our fathers named
Sears, Comcast, Chrysler, Key and Bank of America I and II
O Commerce O Commerce
I repent I am Redeemed for five cents
Do not discard me in your Gulag Archipelago
I am not so poor, you will make no great profit
Do not discard me in a home of wayward Roman D.J.s
In twelve plus twelve I would never produce a cantos
Oh Glowster Man
Do you hear me?
Was this percussive?
Was it PROJECTIVE?
I want to wander through brilliant stacks of cans
I want to act after taken thought
I want to fight no more forever
Oh Glowster Man
Do you hear me?
Your RAT-A-TAT-TAT DA-DING
has been replaced by yet another glowing blue screen that can paint the windows of Suburbia
The keys still clack
but even as we speak they are being replaced…
By what says you?
by shiny glass and aluminumy tablets says I
Like His word says you?
better says I
they gleam of billboard staring toothuses
Charles Olson’s poetry and essay, “Projective/ Verse” are the antithesis of the New Critic School of writing. Although Olson is scholarly and fills his stanzas with learned quotes and references, he departs in every other way from the New Critics. Embracing all the features of modern printing Olson breaks his verse up according to how it should be spoken or into ‘breaths as he calls them. His open verse or Composition by Field is formed free of iambic meter. Instead Olson prefers to concentrate on the kinetic nature of the poem, Olson also carefully points out that all metaphor, objects, or anything else that would interrupt this kinetic flow must be omitted.